And i'm left for the corrections,
The jiggas and the tips
Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject
Never gotta wonder you're right, i left
She knows you masturbate left handed
I just wanna be higher than that
With a honey in the middle
Left you bitches there standing idle
Never to the left i go
Word, absence will make the heart grow
Chill with my crew on blacc friday
Got nothing left to say
Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover
Your father left you for another
That left ya without hope
Impeccable give it my note
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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